Smokingskul - I Swea lyrics

I'll blow yo' fuckin' head off

I'm 'finna cut the plug like I rage quit
These niggas hard
Told 'em get they face hit's
He knew we was gon' catch his ass
But this shit not a bass kit
That nigga not no Soldier
We gon' catch him with that Mace kit
We could cook it, we can bake it
OG say, "Life what you make it"
If it's a risk, nigga, I'm gon' take it
You behind the stove, nigga
We gon' steak it
Niggas be sweet, niggas frosted flaking
I ask you to hand me that pole
You was shaking
I'm off the RP's, I've awaked
Yo' Glock got no attachments
That shit naked i don't need to wait for
The house to be open, i break in
I pop me a perc cause it help with the aching

I boosted a '38 to a Scar
I put a big body in a- What?
I put a lil' nigga in a car
They don't see Aliens on this Audemar
Ayy, shit on the Glock, need some AutoParts
Bitch, I'm drifting off the Mario Karts
Niggas got fruit in them like some Pop Tarts
762's fucking up yo' autops'
If I'm being frank'
That nigga in the Ocean
It's been like since 2016 since
These niggas had motion
I'ma let the Glock fight if
He ask for a promotion
I'm not like these niggas, I was handpicked
I was chosen it's not cap, I swear, I

Like a blind nigga, bitch
I got sticks and dogs
Behind the scenes, this shit fucked up
Like the Wiz' of Oz i hand made this P80
This shit don't got flaws
I like designer, I like drugs
I like money and cars
When shit get tough, niggas turn Lil Nas
I'm 'finna shoot up this bitch just because
I do not see what the bitch at it was
She on my wood and she say I get buzz
Yo' G-19 can't get in the club
I get away cause I had a 'lil glove

Ayy, bitch, it's not cap
I been had this flow, it's not bap
Fuck a body bag, we using gift wrap
I put my dick where her lips at
We got Wock, don't ask where the triss at
His Tombstone where we piss at (Nitemare)
I was out in the open, you could've laid
How the fuck you miss that?
I'm on the frontlines, no kizzap
It ain't no problem, if I ain't hizz at
I'm not Duke don't where the rizz at
Who want a Glock, nigga, where the bitch at?
He said he pressed me, where the vids at?
I do not give a fuck, where the kids at?
Fuck it, now, we catching his hat
This choppa lil' Faygo
I'm letting it Blatt!

I'm 'finna cut the plug like I rage quit
These niggas hard
Told 'em get they face hit's
He knew we was gon' catch his ass
But this shit not a bass kit
That nigga not no Soldier
We gon' catch him with that Mace kit
We could cook it, we can bake it
OG say, "Life what you make it"
If it's a risk, nigga, I'm gon' take it
You behind the stove, nigga
We gon' steak it
Niggas be sweet, niggas frosted flaking
I ask you to hand me that pole
You was shaking
I'm off the RP's, I've awaked
Yo' Glock got no attachments
That shit naked i don't need to wait for
The house to be open, i break in
I pop me a perc cause it help with the aching